"Five." Universal simply stated. He had heard Universal say this so many times he could take her place. "Four." He ran a quick diagnostic check of all crucial systems. "Three." Fabrication systems are up to par, Lathe is stable and charged. "Two." The weaponry systems were powered up, plenty of reserve energy for unexpected conflict. "One." He enabled surge defenses on all systems as a portal opened, and the Seraph flew through. He would not be prepared for what he would find on Equis. And it was certainly not prepared for him.

A crossover story between Planetary Annihilation and Friendship is Magic. This is the first story I've written in a long time, so criticism is more than welcome.

The cover image isn't the best, I know.